Adresano

•Don•

•Don•
/dɒn/
A high-ranking member of the Mafia.

Alessia

My sibling was muttering doubtful phrases under his breath alongside profanities showing the annoyed state he was in as we strolled out of the office where shortly before we were told that I cannot move rooms. In all honesty I was relieved, it meant I got to stay with Giuliano and he was really nice company. I see him as my best friend in near future

What just wouldn't go through my head was why Lucien reacted the way he did. Sure he was over-protective, like almost every other brother but he never freaked out like this. Maybe they have some kind of feud? Well duh.

Currently it was 9:37 am and my first class, Marketing, began at 10:15 so I still had time to get food. I am aiming for a degree in Hospitality Management, as it is required to become a restaurant owner. I had always dreamed of owning my own restaurant, I didn't know why, I just did.

"We need to get food please."

My voice seemed to snap him back to here as he grimly nodded and changed the direction.

Soon we arrived at a little Café close to campus. We sat and ordered not saying a word to each other, it made me feel frustrated, I didn't even do anything wrong.

"What is it between you and Giuliano?" I inquired finally having enough after another five minutes of silence.

Lucien glared at me, "Nothing."

I frowned, why the heck is he glaring at me? But I decided to let it go trying not to anger him more.

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"That should be it for today class. You're dismissed." Mr. McCarn announced with a flick of his hand as a sign for us to leave.

I exited the huge lecture hall with a pleased smile on my face, at least marketing class was easy and understandable. When I had chosen my classes, I took as many morning classes as possible; learning in the morning is horrible but in the evening? That is just pure torture.

My next class was accounting, great maths! It's not like I need to be a mathematician, just practically basics. Still, maths sucks. Walking down the stairs from fourth to first floor, my mind couldn't help but wander back to what happened not too long ago in the dorm. Why do they seem to hate each other?

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The fifteen year old lay exhausted on the mat beneath him, his trainer standing tall and mighty above him. "Stand up pussy! Or can't you take anymore wimp?" He mocked Kaden.

Kaden growled he hated being seen as weak joke or not. The man in front of him knew that it would get the boy up and onto his feet again. They circled each other, neither making a move before, out of nowhere, Kaden ran towards Fede full-force.

He took ahold of the man's arms and kicked against his knees, a crack and yelp the only thing to be heard. Over the years Kaden lost his ability of controlling his rage, he is easier to irritate than ever and today his wrath hit Fede. Poor guy.

Fifteen year old Kaden moved Fede's hands behind his back, like the police does most times when arresting someone. Finger cracking contrasted to the nonexistent sounds in the gym as the underestimated boy broke seven fingers of his trainer, just shortly before he dislocated his shoulder with a vice grip.